SexyBeautifulOne gave me the idea for this thread with the Hey Young World topic

whay are some of your favorite Rap and Hip Hop lyrics?

it was late when I made this topic, I forgot to post some of my favorite rap lyrics


My mind warps and bends floats the wind count to ten
meet the twin Andre Ben. welcome to the lion's den
original skin many men comprehend
I extend myself so you go out & tell a friend
Sin all depends on what you believing in
Faith is what you make it that's the hardest shit since MC Ren
Alien can blend right on in wit' yo' kin
look again 'cause I swear I spot one every now & then
It's happenin' again wish I could tell you when
Andre this is Andre y'all just gon' have to make amends


- OutKast




Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Henessey
got me ready to set it with kinetic energy
See I need much more energy then my enemies
If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy
So I could be on MTV
with women constantly tellin me I resemble Billy Dee
I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene
Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green
Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine
for that thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream
Swingin the guillotine, cause whenever the head is severed
from the human body with a sharp enough weapon
the brain remains conscious for ten seconds
Long enough for me to give you one last message
And when you get to Hell you can tell Lucifer I said it
Don't ever get it confused, fuckin with Canibus
the human Rubix Cube like you got somethin to prove
Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed
Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew
From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods
You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too
Runnin outside, cryin, lyin, denyin
that you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him
What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness
Too busy mixin your bid'ness with your bitches
While I be in the lab composin forbidden scriptures
So wicked I got, Satan ejaculatin on his fingers
Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of +Boogie Nights+
Sniffin white, livin the hype, he ruined his life
But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's right
Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!

- Canibus

X-Clan's Funkin' Lesson:

Abracadabra!
Allah baby, professor, all hail Funkin' Lesson
Sweet tongue, grand writer of scrolls
Now behold, let the legend unfold
Born in the cosmos, wher eno time and space do exist
Vibe in the midst of the chaos
Mortals label me as illogical, mythological

They couldn't comprehend when I brought the word
A stick called verb, a black steel nerve
Teachin' those actors and actresses
Who write a couple of lines on what black is, really?
Then they label me a sin
When a brother just speaks from within
I guess I'm Blacker than the shadow in the darkest alley that they're always
scared to go in - Boo!

I wear boots and beads, bags and braids, stick and scrolls, rings and
shades
Walked in the light of the moon, but I've never been a Batman
African, call it Blackman
Brother extracts your African steps in your movements, enhance for
improvements
Grand funk, a new home for the phrase
Funkin' Lesson, the pathways


Verse 3:

I return from the stone crib ,
Bringing verbal milk, a stool, and a bib
Be filled of the black sap, from the tri-womb
It flows fully un-attuned
Wheat bread, tastey jam, come take a stroke to the rhythm of the grand-
Verbalizer comin' from the temple of void
Crown from a hat, man from a boy
Onward ride as I talk of Rah, converse with Horace, create with Ptah
Arrive to Geb, to war with Baf, "Aton Tamu" as I ride the raft
Roof of the world I sit, crosslegged, right over left
Drums of dance to drums of war
Who knows the score? Speak no more
Who watches down with the eyes of black?
To the east blackwards, sissssiiiiiyah!

I honestly think "whatchoo know about purple drink" in the song "they don't know" by Paul Wall is one of the best lines i've ever heard in any genre of music.

You see, I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned
I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned
And time it turned
He tried to burn me like a perm
Though my eyes saw the deception, my heart wouldn't let me learn
From, um, some dumb woman was I
And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die
My heart must have died a thousand deaths
Compared myself to Toni Braxton, thought I'd never catch my breath
Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest
I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest
Pain suppressed will lead to cardiac arrest
Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less
When my peoples would protest
I told them mind their business, 'cause my shit was complex
More than just the sex
I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed
I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test
I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette
But no man is ever worth the paradise, MANIFEST

-- Lauryn Hill, on the Fugees' "Manifest"

[Verse 1]
Holding my raps
Olden is golden and black
Extolling virtues of rap
With monkeys riding my back
I see them falling
Doing commercials and balling
I'm not a hater but she's closing the gate
And we stalling
Woke up in the early morning
I heard a voice that showed me the things to come
And told me I had a choice
To build it 300 cubits by 50 cubits
*Drinking* thinking I'm stupid but deep in my heart I knew it
Money and fame could lead to emcee murder
You think you can escape but you can't take it any further
You call it writer's block
But you stop cause the vine is empty
Hip hop's not dead, it's really the mind of the emcee

[Hook]
It's all around me
It's emcee murder
Though God has found me
I thought I heard the
Sound of a thousand angels
It's the sound of danger
Know myself but I'm still a stranger
Emcee murder, emcee murder (oh)

[Verse 2]
I'll be damned if I do
And damned if I don't
My soul won't allow me to fake on the phone
Rocking the chrome
Another seed gets sown
Anonymous, I'm hailin from parts that's unknown
I looked to the heavens above to spread love
But emcees keep faking hoping to make the bacon
Matters mistaken, cause who we are is not physical
Bury mystical with the mind non typical
But, they want the cash flow
They steady scheming for the number one spot
These emcees they won't last though
I really feel somebody's watching me
From the third the star and telling us who we are
In this universe we like a speck of dust
You can't expect to trust man is living for the lust
Everbody wants the eye in the sky to come and save us
But maybe, the planet itself will terminate us with the

emcee murder by k-os
from joyful rebellion

Wow, another tough one! I've always thought these bragging/battle lyrics were some of the best (though they sound better than they look)...

From KRS ONE's Duck Down:
(1st verse)
You're stuck up, your luck's up, you fucked up, you're mud up
You can't even jump up, so shut the fuck up
Whattup? Tough love, buck buck bucka
is all you're gonna hear when KRS-One step up
I'm thick like syrup, no, I'm not ?Kura?
Sit back and relax and watch the KRS era
No I won't let up, because of how I'm set up
I come in the jam with the crazy fresh lyrics so you get up
MC's get wet up, they met up with atypical
subliminal, I'm original metaphysical Criminal Minder
Fighter, petty gangster that flips em neither
I simply grab the mic and make the party get liver
I'ma, rhymer, with a tim-er attack
to your mind, a reminder of what kind of headliner
you'll see, when you come to the show
BlastMaster KRS-One, Leo -- the Lion
Cryin MC's they be cryin
when they sizzle in a big pot grease beggin, "Please, please!"
But I'll be efficient and flexin wisdom cuisine
Then dismiss it as Kris and Kenny
Rockin many, good n plenty
Any MC tests me gets done
Lyrically hung, I surgically remove his tongue
Lyrics by KRS-One

(2nd verse)
I don't battle to lose or win, I battle
to ruin your whole career, yo, watch what you doin
I'm permanent punk, like a metallic marker
KRS-One, but you'll call me Mr. Parker
P.A.R.K.E.R., you ain't no superstar
ha ha hee hee, BlastMaster KRS-One be
ripping up MC's with their meaningless words, y'know
There's more wit, to one of my turds of shit
You ain't shit, you never was shit
So I spit, on your number one hit, now quit!
Leave the poetry, it's just too strong for thee
Maybe we should rethink the strategy see
Poetry I speak, fluently I think youse a sucker
cause the only word you know is motherfucker
Yo, you don't see a whole race in bondage
No, you grab the microphone and feed em garbage
Yo, everything about me is fresher than fresher
than fresher than fresh, of COURSE it's KRS
Flashing lyrics, metaphysics, unlike you idiots
be doing, I'm pursuing, chewing your whole crew
and what you feel like doin, your face they be ungluin
like a gift, don't step to KRS, you're dismissed!
[Edited 4/14/06 17:41pm]

"I'm Kurious" (1994)

One two check, start the analysis
Why am I placed, in a situation wack as this?
Enquiring minds want to know
Kurious Jorge creativity from the mind and then so
At times I think I'm nice, clutch my genitalia
With the type of rhymes, that'll derail ya
Train of thought, 2-3 Uptown
On the iron horse, self esteem slows down
A humble type of fella, I count my blessings troop
But I'm countin more blessings than I count loot
Got a heart full of kindness, pocket full of lint balls
Everywhere I go yo, try and avoid the pitfalls (damn)
I understand things don't come easy
Try to stay away from those who's sleazy
Ways portrays it reflects on the business
I wanna know (why Jorge?) cause I'm Kurious

Am I to think I'm all that cause my rocket's on the rise?
(Hell no) With the surface, I still got ties
Besides what goes up, has got to come down
I know the day'll come when I'm broke and back around
my old block cool, cause I love everyone
From my man Big Tone on down to Little Damien
And then I'm thinkin of the past, remiscin on a 40
Alcoholism started back when I was shorty
I praise the Lord, my soul to keep
And think of how peaceful it is when I sleep
Cold lampin' in my rest, all the stress and pain
Combination for success, razor and a vain? (chill)
Maybe, but my inner self saves me
Got me in control, when I'm feelin crazy
Peace to my mother, you know I love ya
And to my dog Sampson, I love you too

Verse three rolls around, situation's brighter
Easin' on the breaks, subject matter's lighter
Kurious Jorge, with a J not a G
A smooth flowin brother and I brought forth the
style that flexes, from here to Texas
Don't own a Lexus, so opposite sexes
commence to diss - why must you be material?
Dissed it cause I flipped it and I ate ya like cereal
Sex ain't literal, no clitoral
stimulation from the tongue, just a rhyme well brung
First class delivery like a Fed-Ex folder
As I look back in the days, I never was a
Casanova type brother, Valentino lover
Nor the fly guy but hey well I tried
Damn hard I must add, listen and trust dad
When he told me, "Yo Jorge, you's a cool mutha.."

Its old skool 4 me

All my niggaz and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if u dont give a shit, like we don't give a shit
Keep yo motherfuckin hands in the air

Guess whoz back in the motherfuckin house
With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth
Hos recognise, bitches do 2
Cause when niggaz get down, its a form of voodoo
So what u gonna do
U really don't know
So I'd advise u not 2 trust that ho
How silly of me 2 fall in love with a bitch
Knowing damn well she caught up with my dick
Now as the sun rotates
And my gang gets bigga
How many bitches want to fuck this nigga

Snoop Dogg from 93's Doggystyle

"Elvis was a hero to most, but he never meant shit to me".

Public Enemy rock!!